Page 59 of Batter Up!

“Oh my gosh. I didn’t even think. Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked as I placed the hand-picked daisies in the water. I brought the white petals up to my nose, inhaled deeply, and smiled.

“Well, do you have any Epsom salt? I iced it after the game, and the trainer thought it would be okay but suggested an Epsom bath to ease the pain and inflammation.”

“I actually still have some from the bag you got me since I couldn’t use a bath bomb.”

“I forgot about that!” Tyler said with a grin. “Would you come help me wash my back?”

“Oh, I would love to help you,” I said and placed the daisies on the middle of the island, taking Tyler’s hand.

We walked together into the bathroom, and I turned on the water for him. “How do you want the temperature?”

“My trainer said to make it as hot as possible to keep the swelling down,” Tyler said as I nodded and turned on the hot water with a little of the cold. I put my hand under until I got it as hot as I could stand it. “Oh! I forgot the bourbon in the kitchen. He also said there’s an old remedy his grandpa told him about. Rubbing whiskey into the bruise helps it heal faster. I told him I would much rather my girl rub it in than him.”

I told him I would get the bourbon, and when I came back to the room, Tyler was already shirtless. I walked over and stroked his chest, loving the feel of his muscles under my palm. He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him and had a glorious eight pack. I brought my hands lower and put my fingers in the waistband of his shorts. I began pulling down his shorts and boxers all at once. He stepped out of them, and I looked up to see him gloriously naked while I was still fully clothed.

“Baby, you’re wearing way too much,” he complained as he pulled me up and began unbuttoning his jersey that I was still wearing.

“Be careful. You’re taking off my wedding dress,” I said with a giggle. “I may never wear this one again.”

“It is very special,” he agreed as he groaned when he realized I had nothing underneath.

“Tell me you didn’t go to my game like this?”

“Oh, no. I can’t go braless anymore. Look how big the girls are getting!” I pointed out. “I took my bra off as soon as I got home. I’m going to need to get a bigger bra soon and maternity pants, too.”

Tyler had to laugh when he saw that a rubber band between the eyelet of my jeans was secured to the button to hold the edges together. “Why didn’t you just wear those leggings to the game that you had on earlier?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t want to get them dirty.”

Tyler didn’t say anything else and instead leaned down, took the rubber band off the button, and watched as my jeans fell in a pool to the floor.

“Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't be wearing underwear either,” he said as he pulled my panties down and let them join the pile on the floor.

He turned off the water before the tub overflowed and began to put his foot in the water. “Damn, Molly, are you cooking lobsters?”

“You said it was as hot as you could stand it,” I said. “And you know what Phoebe from Friends says about lobsters.”

“Joey was the best on Friends. Phoebe was always Julia’s favorite character. I can’t remember what she said about lobsters.”

“She said that it's a known fact that lobsters fall in love and mate for life.”

Tyler looked down at me with a grin and climbed in the hot water, “Then, I’ll be your lobster.”

“Hold on!” I said and ran into the closet in the bedroom. “Crap! I can’t reach it.”

Soon, there were strong hands wrapped around my waist. “What do you need me to get?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I have a travel neck pillow up there. I figured you might be able to sit on it in the bathtub, so your ass would be more comfortable.”

“I like the way you think,” he said and easily reached up and grabbed the pink and purple travel pillow.

The director of The Sandlot really wanted the friendship between Scotty Smalls and Benny Rodriguez to seem genuine, so he made the two actors start rehearsing together for a few weeks before the other kids even arrived on set.

We headed back into the bathroom, and I let her lead the way, so I could watch the sway of her hips and the roundness of her amazing ass. She might be getting a small belly, but her ass was still plump and perfect. I had to reach over and slide my hands over her ass as I climbed into the bathtub. She set the pillow on the bottom of the tub, and I sat myself on the pillow. I reached out my arm and helped my girl into the tub.

“Oh, it is warmer than I thought,” she exclaimed as she slowly sank into the water and sat between my spread legs. When she lay her back against my front and lay her head against my shoulder, I had one thought: home.

“Are you comfortable, my lobster? I really am glad we made the decision this morning to get married,” I said as I kissed her shoulder blade.

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